I Am The Palm Tree

Ad Astra Per Aspera

I am the palm tree, a reconstruction
I am a sentimental coconut obstruction
white-sand-apologies, bottled remorse
a beached reality on a non-existant shore
but you know we'll go for it
into the cabin
we know it's our home
we're asking, but we know: do islands become volcanos?

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